Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.